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Archive name: Heather.txt (in, F/m)
Aurhors name: Heatheranne
Story Title : "Huge"
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This story contains sex acts. It was written to be view-
ed by consenting adults only. Thank you.
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Heather had been 16 when Chris was born. He was
conceived one night when she had got drunk and had sex,
both for the first time. Her parents had respected her
wish that she be allowed to give birth and raise the
baby boy. She had worked hard, both in school and in
her various after school jobs. It hadn't been easy but
now at the age of thirty-two, she had her own business
and was quite proud of her son.
Chris had his father's good looks and his
mother's intelligence. At least she liked to think so.
He played one sport after the other and always seemed
to be on his way to some sort of workout. As a result
Chris had a body that just wouldn't quit. Broad
shoulders and huge pecs drew down to a slim waist of
washboard abs. And when he wore shorts Heather couldn't
keep here eyes off his well muscled thighs and calves.
There was one thing though that bothered her
about her about her son. He seemed obsessed with play-
ing with himself. Even now, just a few minutes after
going to bed, she could hear the telltale noises from
his room. Heather tried to ignore the sounds of
squeaking bed springs, but she couldn't ignore the urge
to investigate. She swung her legs over the edge of her
bed and got up.
Heather opened the door to her room and walked
quietly down the hall. She saw a long shaft of light
coming from the partially opened door to Chris' room
and couldn't resist taking a peek.
The head of Chris' bed was near the door and she
carefully stretched her neck in order to look down the
length of the his well built young body but, darn it,
he was covered from feet to chest with a sheet. That
looked odd, she thought. It seemed as if Chris was
rubbing his stomach with a growing passion. Then he
suddenly threw back the sheet.
Heather had to stifle a gasp as she saw his man-
hood. No wonder it looked like he was rubbing his
stomach. The head of his young cock was laying above
his belly button. Heather was no tramp, but she had
seen a few cocks in her time, and the one on her son
was bigger than any she had ever seen or heard of. As
she watched his hand flash up and down the length of
his huge erection it suddenly erupted. A stream of
milky white cum streaked nearly to his shoulder.
It was followed by another and another until
there must have been a dozen strings of the sticky
liquid in the light hairs of his broad chest.
Heather had been entranced by the sight of her
son's orgasm, but now she came to herself and realized
that one of her hands had found its way to her own sex
and was rubbing it madly. She saw her son grab a
t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and figured that
he would soon be on his way to the bathroom, so as
quickly as her shaky legs permitted, she made her way
quietly back to her own bedroom.
Just as she reached her room Heather heard her
son coming down the hallway. She stepped into the sha-
dows of her room and turned. Chris made his way to the
bathroom, his softening but still enormous prick wob-
bling back and forth, leading the way. Heather care-
fully found her bed in the dark and very nearly fell on
it.As the vision of her son masturbating ran through
her mind, she tweaked her nipples and clit until her
own orgasm overtook her.
The next morning was a Saturday, Heather and
son's day to sleep in. It was also their custom to eat
a large pancake brunch. Heather had awakened late and
thrown a short robe over her nude body. She'd already
cooked a stack of pancakes when her son made his
appearance.
"Hi Mom," he said stretching enormously. He was
wearing a pair of shorts and a cut off t-shirt that
showed off his perfect abs. But Heather couldn't keep
her eyes from her son's shorts. She tried to figure out
where he could keep that huge cock. It couldn't be down
his shorts leg or above the waistband. His gym type
shorts were too small for that. She smiled and wondered
if she could find out.
"Sit down and eat...you can have the first
batch," Heather said, turning to get the plate of
pancakes. She placed the stack in front of her son,
being sure to bow quite low to let the front of her
robe fall open to his gaze. She glanced up to see his
eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts.
And there was plenty to see. Heather's breasts
were full and firm, and she was sure that her son had
taken a good look. She stepped back and leaned against
the kitchen counter, crossed her slim lovely legs,
picked up her coffee cup and stared into space above
her son's head, as if she was unaware that the bottom
half of her robe had fallen open revealing one leg
almost to her hip.
Her son was now hunched in his chair, eating the
cakes at a furious pace. He had one hand, not very
casually, in his lap.
Heather said, "Not so fast....Chris, what are
you going to do today?"
Around a mouth full of food, and with his eyes
locked on his mother's legs, Chris said, "Uhhhh......
we're going to play ball at Todd's house and then Cindy
and I are going to a movie....I'll be back early." He
stuffed the last bit of breakfast in his mouth, then
rising and turning away from his mother, both hands
covering his crotch, he said, "I've got to get ready,"
and almost ran from the room.
Damn, thought Heather, I think I gave my own son
an erection. She waited a full minute then went to
his room. She opened the door, saying "Chris I may be
gone awhile...I.. ." And just as she thought, Chris
stood there, shorts pulled down, his huge erection at
full attention, his hand stroking it. Heather felt a
surge of heat go through her breasts and between her
legs at the thought of turning her son on like that.
"Mom!" he cried, turning away.
Heather approached her son. "It's OK honey...I
know guys do that...sorry I barged in." She stepped
closer, and put her hand on her son's back, running her
hand up his back under his t-shirt. She leaned closer,
peering over his shoulder, and whispered "Go ahead...
sometimes I do it too." Her hot breath on her son's
neck had its desired effect. His hand started moving
again, and his slightly wilted cock was quickly back
to its full hardness.
Heather felt her knees getting weak. She stepped
back, laying heavily on Chris's bed. Heather couldn't
help herself. She opened her pussy lips with the
fingers of one hand and began to caress her stiff
little clit. Chris turned, pointing his pulsing rod at
his mother. As Heather watched, her son came with a
long squirt of cum. And he just kept on spurting. After
what she'd seen last night, she couldn't believe that
he had that much cum left in him. It squirted across
the room to fall in hot, white streams on her legs.
Chris's face was bright red, either from passion
or embarrassment as he ran from the room, cum still
drooling from his cock.
Heather rubbed her legs together sensuously,
working her son's semen into her skin. The stuff seemed
to generate it own heat that worked its way up her legs
to her crotch. As Heather felt her own orgasm pulse
through her body, she heard Chris start the shower.
Heather was in a daze. She couldn't believe what
had just happened. With her mind on cruise control she
cleaned up the mess that both she and her son had just
made and wandered back to her room to get dressed. By
the time she was ready to face the world Chris had
already left.
She spent the rest of the day at the mall. Her
mind wandered from her son, to her shopping, to her
son's cock and then back again. She was alternately
filled with shame and then lust. By the time she was
on her way back home she had resolved to just forget
what had happened.
As Heather pulled into her drive, she had to
stop short because of a car blocking her way. It was
Cindy's Mustang. She and Chris must be back from the
movie already, Heather thought. She walked inside
through the kitchen door instead of opening the garage
door as she usually did. As she walked across the
kitchen, Heather heard talking from the living room.
It was Cindy's voice. "Again? " she was saying. "You
haven't gone limp yet? What got you so turned on?"
Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She tip toed down the hall to the door and peeked in
the living room. There was Cindy and Chris, completely
naked, on the living room couch. Cindy was a year older
than her son, and Heather had often wondered what drew
them together. After this sight there wasn't much
doubt. Cindy stood only about five feet tall. But she
had a perfectly proportioned figure, red hair that fell
almost to her waist, and the face of an angel.
Heather watched as Chris slumped down on the
couch and pulled the tiny girl, her back to his chest,
on top of him. Chris said, "Never mind what got me so
horny, just enjoy it." And with that he reached down
and grabbed his rock hard member and guided it into
Cindy's pussy. To Heater's amazement, it slid in
effortlessly with a sticky liquid sound. Heather slid
her hand down the front of her slacks and began to
caress her own pussy as she watched.
Cindy shifted her body slightly and turned her
head. She locked lips with Chris and Heather could see
that their tongues writhing about. Chris had one hand
on Cindy's tit, softly pinching and rolling the stiff
nipple. His other hand went to Cindy's clit and began
to finger it with a steady light stroke. And his cock!
His cock pumped in and out of her clutching, clinging
cunt in a steady rhythm with his fingers.
They stayed like that for a long moment, then
Cindy broke the kiss and grabbed Chris's muscular arms.
Her head was thrown back and a low, steady moan escaped
her lips. Heather ran a finger into her pussy as Cindy
began to orgasm.
Damn, thought Heather, she was cumming already.
Talk about being horny. As she watched Cindy's cum
fluids washed over the lower half of Chris's cock and
down his balls. Cindy's moans became louder and turned
into soft screams of delight. Heather could see the
muscles of Cindy's tummy ripple time and again as she
spasmed through one orgasm after anotherr. Minutes went
by and still he tirelessly drilled her.
Heather pulled her top out of her slacks and ran
a hand across her own flat stomach to begin to rub and
caress her breast. As Heather watched, Chris wrapped an
arm around Cindy and flipped their bodies over until he
was behind Cindy doggy style. Cindy had her face buried
in the cushions of the sofa, with her arms thrown out
to the sides. Chris put his hands on her hips and began
to pound his cock into the little girls cunt like a
well oiled machine. Then he looked up and locked eyes
with his mother.
Chris's eyes grew wide and large as he watched
his mother rock her hips in rhythm with her groping
fingers. He didn't stop his fucking motions though. He
was on the verge of another orgasm and watching his
mother finger herself only added to his excitement.
The feeling was mutual with Heather. She felt a
fresh surge of heat through her cunt as she watched
her son's slim hips slam his cock into Cindy's steamy
pussy. In only a few seconds she was shaking through
a cunt clenching orgasm. At nearly the same moment
Chris's head flew back and his face contorted as he
spent himself inside his girlfriend.
Heather stepped into the shadows of her kitchen
to put her clothes back in order, then she quietly
stepped outside and made her way back to her car.
Heather waited a few minutes and then tapped on the
Mustang's horn.
In another minute Cindy walked unsteadily out of
the house. As she walked to her car Heather could see
that the glimpse of white in Cindy's hand must be her
bra and perhaps the young girl's panties. Heather
backed out of the way and smiled as Cindy stalled her
own car several times trying to get out of the drive.
Chris must have worn her out, thought Heather.
When Heather got back in the house she heard the
shower running. By this time all her inhibitions had
vanished in a haze of passion. She threw off her
clothes and boldly walked into the bathroom. She threw
open the shower door and stepped in. Chris didn't
bother to cry out or even turn around. He just smiled
and said, "Hi, Mom, like the show?"
Heather didn't know if he meant the show with
Cindy or the one in front of her. Even soft, his cock
was an impressive sight. It arched away from his crotch
with the head seeming to dangle somewhere near his
knees as seen from above. Heather said, "You did put
on quite a show. Poor Cindy looked exhausted. It must
have taken you forever to cum." She reached out and
took the soap from his hand, then began to rub it
slowly across her son's chest. "A big difference from
the sudden explosion this morning. "
Chris had the grace to blush a bit. He said,
"Well...the more times I cum, then the longer it takes
for each one."
"I see," she said. "And just how many times did
you do it today?"
Chris took her hand and began to slide it lower
on his body. "Well, let's see, said Chris. "I did it
once before I got up this morning. And then the one you
saw. I did it again in the shower, You really turned me
on, Mom. And then, after the ball game, I did it with
Cindy in the shower at her house. Then we went to a
soft porn movie. Cindy couldn't keep her hands off me.
She jerked me off during the flick. Then we came back
here. By then it must have taken me two hours to cum
the last three times. "
Heather’s hand finally found itself caressing
Chris’s beautiful cock. When she had worked it into a
full pulsing hardness, Heather found that she couldn’t
begin to get her fingers around it. She lifted one leg
and propped it against the side of the shower. It took
some effort to pull his cock down to the level of her
cunt. It felt as if she were trying to stuff a hot,
slick billiard ball into place as she eased the head of
her son's cock into her pussy. "Don’t be in any big
hurry," Heather moaned as Chris began to slowly and
thoroughly fuck his mother.
END
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WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected
sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment
not to be imitated. You only have one body per life
time... Take good care of it... Kristen
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